Ah!" Mrs.
Rouncewell's hands unquiet, as usual, on this reference.
"They say I am like my father, grandmother." "Like him, also, my dear--but most like your poor uncle George! And your dear father." Mrs.Rouncewell folds her hands again.

"He is well ?" "Thriving, grandmother, in every way." "I am thankful!" Mrs.Rouncewell is fond of her son but has a plaintive feeling towards him, much as if he were a very honourable soldier who had gone over to the enemy.
"He is quite happy ?" says she.
"Quite." "I am thankful! So he has brought you up to follow in his ways and has sent you into foreign countries and the like?
Well, he knows best.

There may be a world beyond Chesney Wold that I don't understand.

Though I am not young, either.

And I have seen a quantity of good company too!" "Grandmother," says the young man, changing the subject, "what a very pretty girl that was I found with you just now.